Im not talking about a breakthrough dose, maybe 20-25 mg. Its a trip thats different than the fuzzy warm visuals of 10-15 mg but not as mind blowing as a breakthrough. I have found myself in this "Room" several times and just got ahold of it as I tripped a few minutes ago. Its this very real space that feels like it has depth and dimension. I can move my attention across the space and see "into it", as in it feels as real as our normal dimension, but everything occupying this space is completely ludicrous. Its not very cartoon like, it looks like normal stuff we see in reality but it arranged in the most ludicrous way, and it seems to be communicating by animating the objects in space, floating in midair. For instance this last trip I looked into some kind of "bin" and out of it came several tennis racquets, a traffic cone, some bicycle wheels, all looking the same as they normally do, but they were moving out towards me in a beautiful, symmetrical fashion, and I felt like when it completed its motion I had just been transferred some kind of Data. Once again, this is not a breakthrough. No real "entities". However I did have significant time distortion after the trip, which was quite worrying. The worry was triggered when I opened my eyes and checked my surroundings, which were really wierd. I'll have to remember to just stay with the visions behind closed eyes next time.

That's part of what I really love about DMT. First you have the full aesthetic appreciation of dimension and space in "rooms" for example. And then you also have your haphazard arrangement of every day items that you're wondering what in the world are doing in hyperspace. One of the places I've been taken to on a number of occasions is this child's bedroom. There's a book shelf with green and pink books on it. There are random toys like ducks and cars strewn on the floor. There's a bed with a fluffy comforter and pillows. And next to the bed is a window (going out to where I don't know). And what all of it is doing there is completely beyond me.

Most of the time I will end up in what I would call a diner. There are stools for the counter and booths along the wall. Sometimes there are others there, sometimes not. But the spirit behind the counter is always there, ready to chat and catch up. The warmth of the diner is so refreshing and friendly.